Drabbles/One-Shots

 There's one in every street, we were told. They'll get over it, we were told. It's only natural, we were told. All very comforting, but somehow beside the point. The fact was that almost as soon as we moved into the little terraced house in the quiet little country town, the people in the end house started to let us know, in their own inimitable way, that they'd really much rather we hadn't.